"Eyes in Traffic" – 1152 rezultate
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ther's too much color in my eyes to see black and white
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James Alan Hetfield
James Hetfield In Brief: James Alan Hetfield Born: August 3, 1963 From: Los Angeles, California Personal: Married, 2 Children Specialty: Angst-ridden, soul-rending, growling, loud-ass vocals Instrument: vocals, guitars Vitals: blue eyes, blonde hair, 6\'1\"/1.85 meters tall, weighs 180 lbs/81.65 kilos Hetfield was born to a truck driver and light opera singer on August 3rd, 1963, in Los Angeles. His family\'s Christian Science religious beliefs are often mentioned as the root of James\' \"tortured soul\" lyrics. Musically, he began at age 9 with piano lessons, then banging away on his brother David\'s drums and finally to guitar. With his guitar in hand, James aspired to become a rock star in his first band, Obsession. The band was made up of the Veloz brothers on bass and drums and Jim Arnold on guitar. A pair of friends, Ron McGovney and Dave Marrs, acted as the band\'s roadies. This meant sitting in the loft of the Veloz garage running a control panel for makeshift lighting...
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Frank Patrick Herbert, Jr.
New World of No World 1952 - Survival of the Atom 1955 - The Dragon in the Sea 1960 - The God Makers 1965 - Dune 1966 - Green Brain 1966 - Destination: Void 1966 - The Eyes of Heisenberg 1969 - Dune Messiah 1968 - The Heaven Makers 1968 - The Santoraga Barrier 1970 - Whipping Star 1973 - Threshold: The Blue Angels Experience Computers 1980 - Without Me You\'re Nothing: The Essential Guide to Home 1973 - Hellstrom\'s Hive 1976 - Children of Dune 1977 - The Dosadi Experiment 1979 - The Jesus Incident (w/ Bill Ransom) 1980 - The Priest of Psi 1981 - God Emperor of Dune 1982 - The White Plague 1983 - The Lazarus Effect (w/ Bill Ransom) 1984 - Heretics of Dune 1985 - Chapterhouse: Dune 1985 - Eye 1986 - Man of Two Worlds 1988 - The Ascension Factor (w/ Bill Ransom)
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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DLDenise Levertov
Denise Levertov (October 24, 1923–December 20, 1997) S-a născut în 1923, la Ilford, Anglia. În 1947 îl cunoaște, la Geneva, pe poetul american Michael Goodman cu care se căsătorește, stabilindu-se, din 1948, la New York. A predat cursuri de literatură la mai multe universități și a ținut un mare număr de conferințe, în urma cărora influența sa asupra tinerei generații a crescut. Dintre operele ei cităm: “Here and Now” (1956); “Overland to the Isles” (1968); “With Eyes at the Back of our Heads” (1959); “The Jacob’s Ladder” (1961); “O Taste and See” (1964); “Sorrow Dance” (1967); “ A Tree Telling of Orpheus” (1968). Cunoscându-l pe Robert Creeley, Denise Levertov se atașează grupului de poeți de la Black Mountain, devenind o adeptă a versului proiectiv, care vrea să dea expresie noului ritm accelerat de viață. În ce o privește, această poezie a însemnat o permanentă explorare, un act de devotament aproape religios pentru adevăr și autenticitate.
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Jim Morrison
The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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GAGrama Miruna Aura
I long for what life has in mind for me...the tone of a voice...the line of a song...the sound of a colour...the black of an eye... To feel...that is the purpose of ME
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David Bowie
A consummate musical chameleon, David Bowie created a career in the Sixties and Seventies that featured his many guises: folksinger, androgyne, alien, decadent, blue-eyed soul man, modern rock star-each one spawning a league of imitators. His late-Seventies collaborations with Brian Eno made Bowie one of the few older stars to be taken seriously by the new wave. In the Eighties, Let\'s Dance (#1, 1983), his entree into the mainstream, was followed by attempts to keep up with current trends. David Jones took up the saxophone at age 13, and when he left Bromley Technical High School (where a friend permanently paralyzed Jones\' left pupil in a fight) to work as a commercial artist three years later, he had started playing in bands (the Konrads, the King Bees, David Jones and the Buzz). Three of Jones\' early bands -- the King Bees, the Manish Boys (featuring session guitarist Jimmy Page), and Davey Jones and the Lower Third -- each recorded a single. In 1966, after changing his name to...
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Isaac Asimov
Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...
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slow motion
de tania cozianu
eu zic să fim sapienți dragul meu să nu facem dragoste de prima dată de pildă îți poți aprinde un marlboro light și să-mi spui că nu suntem pândiți de vicii carnale întrucât hedonismul epicurian nu e...
Racirea globala
de diana vlase
Astia, de se dau oameni de stiinta, sunt atat de panicati cu cea incalzire globala, incat au uitat de ceva mult mai important...racirea globala. Nu suspin dupa pasunile inflorite, in care se faceau...
Claustrofobia
de Alex Oberlander
în sufletul nopții încep din nou să sap tunele prin carnea ruginită mâinile adormite scriu în piele: ruină… suntem stele reci… harta dorinței arde încet… încet… luminând calea spre imposibila...
Promisiuni și o planetă micuță
de Bianca Goean
You say you’ll give me A highway with no one on it Treasure just to look upon it All the riches in the night You say you’ll give me Eyes in a moon of blindness A river in a time of dryness A harbor...
Empty shells
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I can\'t see anything else but dead people anymore, Empty shells, hollows within the depths hiding in the deepest parts of the soul, Shadows in twilights grabind the cold hands of time Stars falling...
Lovesong
de Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and...
„Fericirea e un ac de siguranță” sau zapis de amintire pis pis pis, te-am visat azi noapte-n vis
de Bogdan Geana
Dacă Răzvan Exarhu consideră că „Fericirea e un ac de siguranță”, atunci cu siguranță Dobrovolski ar fi de părere că „fericirea este numai pentru cei care o merită”. Am făcut astfel trimitere la o...
water-in-eyes
de Ela Victoria Luca
te cufunzi, miroși apa, miroși pielea, amprenta îți lipsește, umărul pe care îl cauți sub orice suprafață, o anume simțire dai tot, rămâne doar ochiul, rostogolirea sufletului în celălalt, a corpului...
Sonnet XVII
de William Shakespeare
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill\'d with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I...
Heresy
de Dragos Angelescu
We walk this path of beaten stone For ever feeling more alone Under the eyes of gods we march In step, Following a thousand hearts of rithm Slaves of a will We've never been aware of. We march, our...